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ing hands, said to her rudely: "What is there in that bundle?" "Sir--it is--I am going--" The unfortunate girl hesitated--unable, in her terror, to find the word. "If that's all you have to answer," said the policeman, "it's no great shakes. Come, make haste! turn your bundle inside out." So saying, the policeman snatched the parcel from her, half opened it, and repeated, as he enumerated the divers articles it contained: "The devil!--sheets--a spoon and fork--a silver mug--a shawl--a blanket--you're a downy mot! it was not so bad a move. Dressed like a beggar, and with silver plate about you. Oh, yes! you're a deep 'un." "Those articles do not belong to you," said the other officer. "No, sir," replied Mother Bunch, whose strength was failing her; "but--" "Oh, vile hunchback! you have stolen more than you are big!" "Stolen!" cried Mother Bunch, clasping her hands in horror, for she now understood it all. "Stolen!" "The guard! make way for the lobsters!" cried several persons at once. "Oh, ho! here's the lobsters!" "The fire-eaters!" "The Arab devourers!" "Come for their dromedary!" In the midst of these noisy jests, two soldiers and a corporal advanced with much difficulty. Their bayonets and the barrels of their guns were alone visible above the heads of this hideous and compact crowd. Some officious person had been to inform the officer at the nearest guard house, that a considerable crowd obstructed the public way. "Come, here is the guard--so march to the guard-house!" said the policeman, taking Mother Bunch by the arm. "Sir," said the poor girl, in a voice stifled by sobs, clasping her hands in terror, and sinking upon her knees on the pavement; "sir,--have pity--let me explain--" "You will explain at the guard-house; so come on!" "But, sir--I am not a thief," cried Mother Bunch, in a heart-rending tone; "have pity upon me--do not take me away like a thief, before all this crowd. Oh! mercy! mercy!" "I tell you, there will be time to explain at the guard-house. The street is blocked up; so come along!" Grasping the unfortunate creature by both her hands, he set her, as it were, on her feet again. At this instant, the corporal and his two soldiers, having succeeded in making their way through the crowd, approached the policeman. "Corporal," said the latter, "take this girl to the guard-house. I am an officer of the police." "Oh, gentlemen!" cried the girl, weeping hot tear
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